There's A Fire

Last week Wednesday I finally stopped ignoring the Marine's texts and calls. We spent almost two hours on the phone. I tried to get him to see that I wanted to stop seeing him, but he kept on asking me to give him one more chance to show me that he's actually a nice guy. When I wouldn't agree to that, he guessed that it was because I wanted to see another guy. He was still arguing for himself when he said "So, let me get this straight: you're basically saying that you'd rather go out with this guy over me because I crossed the line?" Obviously I agreed and that seemed to be the slap in the face he needed.
He ended it with "I hope you end up happy, but just know that I think you're an awesome girl and I'll be here if you change your mind, or even if you just want to talk."

Thursday morning I wasn't in the best of moods because of the Marine situation, but I quickly explained it to JB's boyfriend when he picked me up and we got to work to cheering me up with car-dancing. Turns out, getting way, way out of town and facing a weekend of hot tubs and drinking with people who are all looking to have a good time pretty much forces you to stop dwelling on bummer thoughts.
Guy's friend came up and we had a really, really, ridiculously sloppy hookup on Friday night. We both passed out before anything major could happen, and he went to bed wicked early on Saturday. I did NOT go to bed early on Saturday, but tried to wake him up to play with me a few times by straddling him and rubbing on him. I'm so used to having guys be all over me when they figure out that I'm into them and [for lack of a better term] DTF that I almost feel put-off by his "take it slow" attitude.
I can't lie to you guys: Much of the reason that I prefer this guy to the others is because he actually asked me to hang out, rather than waiting for me to make a move [I was the one to first talk to/ask for phone number/ask to meet up with the marine] or just seeing me when he sees me [Saturday]. It wasn't fun seeing Saturday for four straight days and being unable to hook up [because of the obvious] or even really get any time to hang out or talk to him [because I didn't want people to think we were doing the obvious].

Other than my usual flip-flopping emotions about the stupids [I can't really talk to the girls about it since they both have investments in me NOT fucking up with this group of guys...I always always always want what I can't have, even if it's my own damn fault that I can't have it] the weekend was a total riot. Those of you lucky enough to be my facebook friend can see the pictures and save me the trouble of finding words to describe a good party. I can only hope that I made a good enough impression to be invited back next year.